Photo: Amitai Asif
There is water
For the thirsty
Even
In the desert,
Where heart and hand
Were put to work
With foresight of what
Must be done,
To hold
What would otherwise
Be lost
To shifting sands
And blazing sun.
For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Manmade
The farmer pruning rows of trees,
The seller in the market.
The hens that daily lay their eggs,
For tomorrow’s nest (or basket).
The driver navigating streets,
The postman carting packets.
The parent shepherding a child
In mask and zipped up jacket.
The nurses, doctors
Plumbers, pets,
Who have become our mascots.
The slower pace
The seeking gaze
In meetings held in tablet.
The smaller gifts
That bloom in hearts,
As parks in flowers blanket.
The ebb and flow of day to day
The births, the hope, the caskets.
The love that feeds
The good of deeds,
The evenings’ clapping racket.
For as so many things are stalled,
Kindness grows in ranking,
And we are really not at all
Out of joint in thanking.
For Linda Hill’s SoCS writing prompt: joint
Dhammakaya Temple, Thailand: 100,000 Monks Praying for Peace, (Luke Duggleby)
There’s a spike in crime. There’s a spike in hate. There’s a spike in divisive talk around the country, world, the internet.
There’s a spike in violence, a spike in stress, a spike in power-hunger, a spike in blame.
Let’s spike a counter-spike, to douse the flames.
Let us spike in kindness. Let’s bring a spike in care. May a spike in love envelop everywhere. …
For The Daily Post
There are a few things so precious as knowing one is seen, heard, known, accepted, cherished.
Loved.
As is.
Just because.
And no matter what or when or how or what else is most certainly going on that may well take front seat and burner.
Few things are as real to the core of one’s heart and to the moon and back again.
When I forget, in the bustle of the day-to-day annoyances and to-do lists and in the boggy mess of worry and all manner of variegated helplessness … I remember.
This.
A card from a dear friend who is no longer here in physical form, and who even as she struggled to find light at the end of the already quite dark tunnel of the illness that would soon after claim her life, still held the thought and found the energy to send me this.
Just because.
From India.
A transcript of caring.
via Discover Challenge: Transcript
May we teach our children joy,
Not hate.
This is a beautiful story.
Not a new story, as those go, but still freshening and as heartwarming as the day it was first aired. It tells a story that is timeless. Of kindness. Of empathy and care.
It is a story of a regular man who did something quite extraordinary and by that touched the hearts of many along the route. Literally.
This won’t take long–not even three minutes, actually–but it will make your day.
Watch and smile.
http://www.youtube.com/embed/9hnbmml8fOY
Be loving, be compassionate.
Let your heart break if it must–for it will, possibly often–it softens the edges as the heart expands along the broken places to make room to hold more love alongside an improved understanding of tenderness. Heartbreak is the process of growing.
Let your heart smile whenever it can–there is much joy to find, even in the midst of hardship–it warms the spirit and fills the tender places with the bubbly gentleness of connection. It makes the insurmountable, possible. It makes aches be shared. It lightens the burden others carry.
Be kind. Be patient. Understand hardship. Accept pain. Offer comfort. Withhold judgement: there is no weakness in need.
We all need one another, at one time or another. The cycle of life turns so that where you might have needed to be held, you are now called to do the holding. And it is as it should be. It is as it was meant to be all along even if we could not know before.
This is how we all are–all connected, interwoven through lifetimes of experiences and shared moments together. Moments pass, shift, change; the connection lasts forever. No matter where life takes you–or the other–heart care does not become undone. It becomes a foundation, a tapestry of souls and knowing, a universe of kindness intertwined.
Hold tenderly to those close to your soul, deepen the love you have for them even as you open your heart to include more and more people. You can do this. You will find the room: hearts stretch. Your heartstrings will grow long and many, and you’ll be richer for it. Worry not. Hearts that practice holding more compassion can contain more love than you ever thought possible … and can grow more loving still.
Kindness matures the heart and raises it. Love heals. Cultivate kindness. Fund love. It is the currency of human nature in its best. It is what makes us who we truly are.
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